I have no doubt she could feel my breathing on her face. I grabbed her chin with my hand and pulled her face even closer. "I'm not telling you to leave because I don't like your dick. I'm telling you to leave because I want your dick. I want it inside of me right now, and I want it in there until I fucking pass out. But I am a faithful person, even if I don't like the fucking bastard I am married to. So again I say. Get. The fuck. Out." I lowly growled at her.

One night-that's all it took to change Eve's life in an instant. One stupid, drunk night...Dangerously in love or just plain stupid? ~OhShesGay

⚠️this book is like 80% smuttt again if not 18+ don't click pls⚠️ Innocent. Sweet. A perfect angel. At least that's what they're supposed to believe. Isabella comes home at twenty-one with a smile too pure to question and a hunger sharp enough to cut glass. She doesn't run from devils. She tempts them. Provokes them. Dares them to lose control. And Valtora is the perfect devil for her. She knows exactly who Valtora is- off-limits, untouchable, a liability written in blood. A woman who built her empire on discipline and fear, who enforced the rules with violence and never allowed herself a weakness. Until Isabella. Isabella doesn't want protection. She wants to be chosen. She wants to belong to one woman and one woman only- the one she's dreamed of kneeling for long before she ever came home. She wants to be broken. Claimed. Ruined. And she knows Valtora will never look at her the way she wants... unless she makes her. So she comes back with a motive. A plan. A slow, deliberate game designed to make even the strongest devil crack. Valtora has no mercy. No softness. No room for mistakes. Until Isabella walks back into her life-grown, fearless, and far too aware of the power she holds. In a city ruled by men, Valtora is the devil they answer to. Isabella was forbidden. Off-limits. Untouchable. Valtora swore she'd never want her. Never need her. Never claim what could destroy her empire. But desire doesn't ask permission. The line between protection and possession blurs. Control turns into craving. And kneeling stops being a game. Because once Valtora decides Isabella is hers, there is no world where she lets her go. Not alive. Not breathing. Not ever. Kneeling isn't submission. It's a promise. And Valtora always collects what's owed. Will attraction, obsession, or even love be enough to stand strong in a world where love is seen as a weakness?

The Empress of the East was known to be cruel, heartless, and just pure evil woman. She'll kill anyone over the smallest mistake and go to war if you annoy her. She was the most feared and dangerous woman in history that had everything a man could want plus more. But, a little fox from a neighboring Kingdom caught her eye and now this Empress will stop at nothing to have that little fox as hers. Until a ring is on her finger. No matter what.

Katherine Baldwin-Crawford has always been confident. On the soccer field, she's a force. In the halls, she's effortlessly charming. But when it comes to love? That's the one game she can't seem to win. For years, she's been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Sophie. No one knows she's intersex, except for her family and Sophie. Valerie Winters has never had time for high school drama. As head cheerleader and student body, she's always been composed, polished, and in control. But with her parents pressuring her into a relationship she has no interest in, she needs a way out. A deal is struck. Katherine to distract herself from sophie, Valerie to get her parents off her back. It's perfect. Simple. No strings attached. What if the perfect play was never the one she planned? Book was at 1 million reads but got deleted by wattpad

Do you think two exes can work things out after a massive break-up? What if one were chasing the other, while the other was running away from her? Do you think they could work things out even with the situation they have? *credits for the artist*

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.